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WINTER STORIES AND POEMS 



THE TREE IN WINTER 



THE tree was cold, 

 the tree was bare, 



She shivered and 

 shook in the 

 frosty air, 



Then she called to 

 her friend, the 

 dear kind May, 



" bring me a 

 leafy robe, I 

 pray ! " 



But the spring had 

 journeyed far 

 away, 



And would not return for many a day ; 

 So old Jack Frost, that good little elf, 

 Said, " I'll make the tree a gown myself ! " 



He wove a robe all snowy white, 

 From frozen mist, with ice-fringe bright, 

 And the pretty tree, in her new gown dressed 

 Could not tell whether leaves or snow were best. 



ELEANOR SMITH. 



